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Honestly? Nay!
 





Love, the most precious of gifts from the Lord,
your ticket to glory, knowing you are adored...
neighbour, who are you but any I meet?
As nothing is hidden, God knowing all,
yourself, born imperfect, nose dive in a fall...
I, loving all men, worship still at His feet.
Am I obedient? Honestly? Nay!
The message back then is the same for today.
Lord, be my shepherd and make me complete.





Quote:Leviticus 19:18


By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS THY SELF (challenge has been closed)


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